Reveries

 Beautiful words I once heard:

Her

I watch her as she talks, fascinated at how she does it with her whole body as if the message she seeks to pass is drawn from every inch of her body. Mistake me not for a pervert for I don’t stare but I watch. She pauses looks at me for a while then the beautiful curves of her lips part into a sweet smile. I wonder why people look for art in weird places when it’s all around us. Women beauty and feeling seamlessly bound every tremor of her lips the craning of her neck each moment beauty un-paralleled by any great master of art. For true beauty is unfrozen.my thoughts from watching her are those of envy, for I am jealous at her ability to show emotion so effortlessly. With her I close my eyes and see more every word a brushstroke of meaning. True art

 

musings

 maybe it was a dream...but a good one at that...but people wake up to reality...and the truth of it scary maybe it was my life...a sweet paradise it was...but then people sleep to nightmares... dreading losing it all maybe I was falling...plummeting fast...or was I rising slowly floating...in the dark it’s hard to tell I want to grab onto something anything...the lure of the future a promise...the hold of the past a memory...but I cling to all I ever had…myself 

bright shadows

I had no feelings towards the dark...it I feared not nor I was drawn to it I closed my eyes as I had done countless times before...and in the dark groped more...I made out shadows bright...in the light dark first time I felt her touch...tasted her lips...a kiss so brief...laden with a promise so deep...lost in the darkness a moment so sweet. .. I felt the magic of a first kiss...unforgettable

 

 

A chance of truth

am but a man... nothing more than a servant to fate... certain not of my name my roots... much less my future...of only two things am I sure...truth and chance...I chanced upon you... and loved you true

 

 

What it is you ask:

Love true is not a heady feeling... 

love real not a crazy sensation... 

love sweet way more than thrill... 

what is it then you ask

 

Its enjoying losing bits of yourself...

fading out and loving the new picture...

or maybe it’s just loving the image in the mirror...

is that it then you ask

 

I’ll be crazy if I know...

but I want no I need more... 

so, I keep you in mind everywhere I go...

was that it you ask